Sail away

As the tears are drying,
the pain is going,
the scars healing,
my soul resting,
I feel the need to ask you,
to sail away with me,
through the ways of destiny,
and fly up and away,
in a place that is not known,
so I tell you words that were never heard,
so you dance to the sound of my heart
and to the rhytym of the shooting stars,
to breathe like a Princess forever,
and till eternity,
you'd be my life's flower,
my endless dream,
my breath, my cry, my pain,
my support, my shoulder, my feet,
my destination,
cause you give me life,
transmit inspiration,
and I wonder that I'm now away,
Do you think of me,
If I leave you, do you want me to stay,
do you want me to whisper words of love?
Will you love me anyway?
So if you wanted me to show you my love,
without you I'd tell you can't live is that a proof?
If so come and be the peak of all that I do,
Together let us make history, on the world's roof,
I dont want to be for you Romeo or Valentino,
I want to be free in being just me,
for to love someone without conditions,
you can't really let love go, and just to be,
cause each day I reconfirm you're my blessing,
There'd come a day I'd officially call you mine,
but till then I wait to savour every moment,
and for that I have each minute till the end of time.

Kull darba li qaltli nhobbok

Timlili qalbi hi, b'imhabba kbira,
qatt wahdi ma' nhossni,
kif tista thossok wahdek meta ikun hemm hi magenbek?
Ghajnejha jixghelu kienu meta nhobbok hi kienet tghidli,
forsi anke meta qaltili b'lingwa ohra,
jien xorta fhimt,
ghax stajt qrajtha, smajtha,
'mma l-aqwa li ghedtili int,
u go qalbi llum naf,
li bhalek, hekk mhu ser ihobbni hadd,
pruvajt ngharbel ic-cirkustanzi,
pruvajt nwiezen dan il-fatt,
U llum meta bhalissa qed nimmagina,
subghaja twal,
jizzelqu fuq gismek b'imhabba,
fuq is-sufan mghannqin flimkien, fil-post li kien xi darba d-dar,
u qalbi timlili bil-hoss ta' kor angli,
w'ghal mumenti bhal dawn jien nghix w'inkun ferhan,
ghax hrabt minn dak kollu li beghdni minnek,
imma qalbi fik issib is-serhan,
It-tahbita ta'qalbek hija ritmu etern,
il-biki li bkejt jien jitfi n-nar ta' l-infern,
imma naf li ma stajtx nghix minghajrek, kif stajt?
Bil-fjura tax-xemx pinguta f'ghajnejk,
int l-isbah mara li jiena qatt rajt,
U nisthajjlek tghidli, w'titbissem,
bil-fatti Jack u mhux bil-kliem,
naf biss li nhobbok wisq,
u min jaf kemm ghad baqa minn dawn il-jiem.

Love without conditions, love without being convinced to do so, you just have to feel it in your heart. Love but never revolutionise your life for love, it might not be worth, cause you'd be running away from the real you - Jack Vella

If you love today with the intention of stopping tomorrow, then you'd be losing the fairytale in store for you the following day - Jack Vella

You devil, you monster dwelling inside of me!!!

You devil, you monster dwelling inside of me!!!

How could you do this to me?

when my heart burns,

my table turns.

How could you let me look in anger

to the tomorrow days,

I might have never lived,

when life itself is not just a mere gift,

How could you show me all the bad landscapes,

and never reminding me of the might emitted from the rainbows,

that even when the sun aches,

and the rain fakes,

they look like a bright you,

conquering the world with that unsmiling smile of yours,

you try to take me, my heart, my soul,

my all, my life,

literally everything I have since built,

you only manage to show me my guilt,

and sometimes you win,

and in my despair,

I seem not to care for all those who love me,

and wish me well,

for all those that in their lives,

want me to be there,

for them as they are for me,

to set my heart on fire,

burning with desire,

never more you bloody liar.

So yes, now, today, vanish from my inside,

let me live alone without you and free,

Let me show you the bright side of life you lost,

you devil, you monster dwelling inside of me.

Today's post

Till there's breath, till there's love, till there's all involved living, till there's a hope for today - there is always a better chance for you to live a brighter tomorrow - Jack Vella (dedicated to the person that inspired me)

An angel came to visit

The smell of the cigarette as he exhaled it and breathed in at the same time

was strong. He somehow felt he was being watched. This was the first time in

years that he stood there on the door step leading to the flat. It was the

first time that he went out for a fag.

And a series of events led to this one.

A couple of minutes before he was making love to his woman. He could still

feel the intensity of that love making session and he felt proud that his

member (as he used to call him) did not let him down this time round. Yes, this

time round because Theodore was the same guy who after a decade of non love

making sessions went into the wildest days that not even his dreams had catered

for before. There he was, back at that time with a sort of an extra part (since

it was not being used) on his body, a part that he was not well to say the

least proud of.His marriage days were boring to say but the least as regards to

his sexual pleasures. His then wife was not yet to be considered the Mata Hara

of the bed times. Well that is up till now. A couple of months had passed since

he met his current girlfriend and he so foolishly was here on this doorstep

where a miniature papal like chimney was showing him that a new day was on the

verge of kissing the previous one goodbye. A new dawn. In fact that whitish

smoke that he, like an expert inhaled and then exhaled out of his body produced

what looked like the papal smoke, every time that there is a papal election and

the flock waits for to see coming up the Sistine's chapel chimney. This time

round though it was abruptly swept away by the sheer breeze that accompanied

the stars and the moon as he sat there alone on his door step.

Once again he could feel that he was being watched from the distance.

But he was too lost in this little brain he had filled with these many

thoughts of his, at this early hour of the morning. For countless times, he was

recalling his escapades - his treasures - women. He loved to pick up women,

entice them, lure them to his den and then vanish from their life like thin

air. He thought that he was doing nothing wrong. The list that filled his mind

was never ending. Futile was his attempt to remember the names of the one who

were, that ones that not, the ones he did it with. He tried hard to remember

why he found himself in this position, here, now, alone. Where were they? Where

in hell was he?

His beautiful princess laid on the king sized bed, exhausted after that one

hour long love making session. He was physically there, yet his mind was

elsewhere. Not in pure ecstasy, but in sincere melancholy, where every time the

clarified becomes doubt, the real becomes a lie, the genius becomes stupid and

that what takes years to built, is destroyed in a couple of seconds. He was

confused. Was it him? Was it her?

He thought of the times he used to laugh so hard, he could shake any

mountain top with his laughter. He thought of the many times when everyone

circled him to hear his stories, bravery and countless jokes that made you

laugh long before the first word was even said.

"I had all these women and now I am all alone on this doorstep" he thought.

Once again he felt he was being watched.

Apart from dogs barking every now and then, far away, you could barely hear

any other noise except some cars passing by. For a moment, he looked to his

left and saw a young blonde lad moving his lips. But he was not there with his

mind and therefore he could not register what was being said to him. He

motioned his head from the left to the right as if to tell the other guy 'can

you please repeat' and the guy made a sign as if he was switching on the

lighter. He then understood, stood up walked closely to this young guy that was

just experiencing his first nights out, so much that he locked himself up and

was waiting for his friends to come with the keys. Without saying a word, he

then turned around and sat back on his doorstep while he exhaled the last breath

from the cigarette. It is time for another one he said to himself. He was not a

chain smoker, yet in circumstances like these when everything filled his mind;

he found refuge in these 6cm deadly inhale/exhale puffs.

He looked towards the blonde guy and once again threw himself into his dream

world and then as if by magic a white shining light appeared to his right. He

looked at the blonde guy again to see if he was seeing the same thing but the

lad was playing with a small stone that he found under the pavement. The light

was getting brighter and there was no way that blondie locks could not see it.

He inserted his right hand into his right pocket of the newly bought

bermudas, to fetch for the lighter and light another cigarette. So he did and

while he looked again to his right, he saw a white male figure with a celestial

kind of relaxed face.

He looked to the blonde guy again.

"Do not worry" this sort of angel (without wings though) said.

"He can't see me, only you can! Tell me what is troubling you?” Theodore

just thought about what he was to answer, and here he was being given a reply

that was to fulfill all his thirst for his worries.

"Do not worry, for all the things you are passing through were meant to

be. You do love humans, but remember since time immemorial they have betrayed

themselves, killed each other and they will keep on doing so. I was sent to

give you a short message of life and hope. In a few hours you will see a new

sunrise. But is it not the same sun as yesterdays? Indeed and that is the

message my fellow friend. God is giving you the same choices as he gave others.

God is giving you the same benefits as he gave others. Maybe, somehow, somewhat

differently but he will give you the moments of pain so you can measure joy,

the moments of sadness so that you can appreciate the ones during which you are

happy. God will allow that people hate you because they will never be capable

to see you are unique. But as the sun will rise and sets, no matter what, so

will God. And like the sand in the desert he will then cover all your pain,

like when the wind settles the sand there where till a few moments before steps

of camel filled the golden path. That is to show you he is still there and every

day, he wants you to start afresh. Now I tell you, go, put yourself inside the

bed with your loved one and do not fill yourself with the guilt on the mistakes

you did but dream about all that what you are going to do. Behold your fears

and tears but hold to your heart. That is a sign that God still has a pulse in

you".

Suddenly the man started to disappear and all that Theodore could see was

the whitish smoke exhaled from his mouth as it caressed the thin air and vanish

in the nothingness of the night. Once again it reminded him of the pope and he

suddenly looked at the carpet of stars above. He marveled at all that.

And suddenly he heard "Be blessed my friend, for I was sent today to

show you that you inhaled sadness, but I am exhaling your heart out to give

your life through your love"